Oh Kenya. Queen of Birthdays.

I am a four-days-after-Christmas baby. After all the presents have been opened, belts have been loosened, friends have been called and family has been hugged and the tree turns crispy on the edges and is hauled to the curb... it's my birthday! Hey everyone, got plans for the 29th? At an early age I realized I needed to take matters into my own hands. So I plan my own special day- to the minute. And I make sure it contains all of the people and experiences that I love. Hiking, Bello, special dinner, chocolate, hot tub soak. But it never includes a large gathering because I don't want to trouble everyone. Kenya was undeterred by the fact that I had already celebrated my day in Santa Cruz. She said I was not hard to surprise but my schedule was hard to hijack. Which meant that she waited for a night I was prepared to be social, prepared to have people in my house, that I was already dressed up and okay with staying up late. The night of Secret Santa, perfect! After the last present was passed there was one more... for me and it was a wad of fabric that declared, in Kenya's wood print fabric, Happy Birthday! What the hell is going on? And then the gluten-free, sugar-free almond cake with poached pears and chocolate frosting and a BIG WISH birthday candle. And then boys begin to enter the house and furniture is pushed to the edges and little cut-outs of brown paper girls are strung over each doorway and balloons released and the music is turned up and up!!! It is so easy to love. I am very comfortable with the weight of my feelings for the women in my life. That night I felt everyone's love directed back at me with such focus and force that I could barely contain myself. I still can't believe it happened. I can't believe I am so lucky to have everyone in my life.